Finding me: A Journey of Love and Loss

h she tried to focus on work, her thoughts kept drifting to Alexander. Two weeks had passed since their first date, and their whirlwind romance had taken off in ways she had

I?" Amelia asked, trying to sound casual. Rachel sat beside her, studying her friend. "You like him, don't you?" Amelia sighed. "I do. He's not what I expected, Rachel. He's... kind, thoughtful, and so much more than his reputation." "But?" Rachel prompted, raising an eyebrow. Amelia hesitated. "It's just... little things

ines of leather-bound classics. She was admiring a particularly beautiful edition of The Great Gatsby when her gaze landed on a photo frame tucked behind the books. It was a picture of Alexander with a strikingly beautiful woman. They stood close, their smiles wide and intimate. "Who's this?" Amelia asked, holding up the frame. Alexander froze for a split sec

er stood close to a woman who looked suspiciously like Claire. Amelia's stomach dropped. She debated calling him but decided to wait. When he finally called her later that evening, his tone was warm, as if nothing was amiss. "How was your day?" he asked. "Good,

with a smile. "Yes. It was last-minute. I didn't think it was important." Amelia bit her lip. "I saw a photo of you with Claire." Alexander sighed, his expression softening. "Amelia, it was a business event. Claire was there with her husband. I didn't think it mattered because it meant nothing." Though his words were reassuring,